Oh that was a new little experience. She was being fondled and pleased from behind while her hands worked to thread the obi off from around Musashi's waist. It practically put on display her body as her back arched forward, pressing her breasts into the touch of those hands while the pinching occurred. Her head leaned back further, exposing her neck to the kisses as her head tilted slightly to the right and she panted softly, eagerly.

When she felt the fabric loosen finally and slid it free of the sword master's waist, her hands went to slip their way into the rest of her garments, easing their way into the folds, to feel with gentle, exploratory touches what was right behind her. "Ah... you're good at this," she murmured a little foolishly, grinning and swallowing harder.